|Last meal in Quepos
I left my beloved Quepos after 6 weeks to go discover the unknown once more. I took the late bus to San Jose at 5 in the afternoon. I got to San Jose at around 8.30 and Eddie, a friend of Sidey's (my home-stay mom) was already waiting for me to drive me to the airport. So far so good. When I got to the airport, I weighed my bags on an empty check-in counter's scale. I realized I had about 2 kg more than the 18kg allowed in both checked in bags. So I took things out and put it in my carry-on luggage to avoid having to pay for overweight. My carry-on was quite heavy after that. Check-in only started about 2 hours before the flight's departure. It was the only flight of the night and the airport was almost a ghostport when I got there. But we finally checked-in, boarded and took off. I already was quite tired having gotten up at 7 in the morning. But it was especially hard to sleep in this plane, having no way to move the seat and put my head halfway comfortably.
The flight was without particular events and uninteresting. Spirit's the equivalent of our EasyJet.
So up I went, to the regular check-in counters. There I booked a ticket for $181 with Spirit. As I checked in with them. Luckily I could cancel it in the 24 hours after buying it.
So I went out of the airport with a taxi. It cost me about $24 to go to a nearby shopping mall where I could find everything I needed. I bought a Go Pro Hero 3+ Black edition to replace the stolen one, a hair trimmer and clipper, S-biner double hooks for diving, a pair of shorts, two pairs of underwear for diving, spare batteries for my two torches (one diving and one normal) and some other things. Everything had to fit into my already overweight carry-on. It fit, but it was oh so overweight.
When I got out of security, which was really quick, about 15 minutes total I think, I realized I forgot to take Richard's number. Richard being my new jeffe. But about 30 minutes later, a guy with a diving t-shirt approached me and asked if I was Marcel. I (still) had a diving bag.
We drove off to Juan Dolio, where we quickly visited the hotel and dive shop and where I also left my diving bag. Then we went to a restaurant where Richard's wife and kids were having a paella with some friends. It was good and interesting.
Now let's start the bad day story.
|My new home
While I went in for breakfast, Richard took the keys of the shop and went to open it and prepare for the day. When I came along a few minutes later, I saw my boots, my weight pockets and my PADI Guide to Teaching. But the rest was gone. Richard thought I came in the evening to get some things, but I didn't. It was gone. For real. The lock had been forced. They also stole Richard's computer.
Later some French came in for their Discover Scuba Diving program. I had no trouble going through, as I luckily had my slates for this. It is a fairly easy program as there are only a few skills and a few things for them to know. But during that time, I managed to break the key of the office door in the shop.
Later I had to go to the police to report the robbery. I tried not speaking too much Spanish as I had to pass for a tourist. It didn't work out quite well, as Eduard, the head of security at the hotel, was with me and didn't really say much.
Their was a night dive, but I didn't go, unless something happened there too.
|Mon nouvel uniforme
Le lendemain, quand nous sommes revenu, le sac était parti en vadrouille et le laptop à Richard aussi.
Après j'ai aussi cassé une clé et avant j'ai eu la batterie de ma voiture morte. Bouh...
Bon aller, je recommence depuis le début. Quand j'ai quitté Quepos après 6 semaines, j'étais un instructeur de plongée. J'avais déjà trouvé un travail auparavant et même réservé le vol pour la République Dominicaine.
J'ai pris le bus pour San Jose à 17h et y suis arrivé vers les 20h30. Là l'ami de ma maman de Quepos m'attendait déjà. Eddie est conducteur de taxi rojo. Il m'a emmené à l'aéroport déserté. Le seul vol de la nuit serait le nôtre il semblait. La majorité des boutiques étaient fermées, et le check-in ne commencerait que 2h avant le départ. Pas grave, j'ai discuté avec deux Indiens vivant en Floride (des Indiens d'Inde) et un Dominicain qui vit au Costa Rica mais qui a encore beaucoup de choses, dont des maisons, en Floride.
|Mon nouveau chez moi
Arrivé en République Dominicaine, j'ai eu un peu peur que Richard oublie de venir me chercher, mais il n'avait pas oublié. Je n'avais pas pensé à prendre son numéro avant de venir...
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